Chapter 2

The start of Child Care lessons.

Monday

Harry walked into the classroom nervously, and stared with disappointment at a note on the board. 'Sit with your partner, and don't complain.'

Harry looked around the room and his gaze landed on a batch of messy blonde hair. He walked over, and Draco slammed his gust at the place next him, preventing Harry from sitting down. He looked up with bloodshot eyes at the boy. He looked tired, and he had bags under his eyes. He didn't sleep the entire night. He couldn't.

"Hey, I have to sit here! Move the attitude!" Harry removed Draco's fist and sat down next to him. Draco rolled his eyes and scooted as far away from Harry as possible. Harry did the same.

A teacher with yellow owl eyes, orange lipstick covered lips, puffy ombré hair and two big golden rings in her ears walked in. "Hello Class, I am Professor Matilde. Please feel comfortable to call me Miss Tilly."

The Class smiled at the teacher, but the two boys kept their frowns on. Tilly notice and walked up to the two. "Boys, what seems to be the problem?" She asked kindly.

"Him." The two said in unison and pointed at each other.

"I see. Professor McGonnogal informed me that you two are the pesky ones. Well, you were put together because you were the last two homosexuals to be sorted, and there were no other partners left. Now I would like to start the lesson if you don't mind, and please, try not to make a big fuss. Okay?"

The two grunted and sat closer together. Tilly smiled and walked back to the front of the class. The students around them started whispering, feeling sympathetic for the two.

"Okay then. In this class, you and your partner will receive a child. This child will grow up into a real human and will age a month a day. It will look like the two of you, and you will be like his or her's birth parents. You will be raising the child together and turning him or her into a good person. If by the end of the year you will not be willing to keep the child, he or she will be given into a loving family and will be learning in this school later on. Otherwise if you get attached to the child, you will have the option to keep him or her. The child will be given to you at the age of three, and will not know you. Your today's task is to introduce yourself to the child as parents. Let's begin."

"Let's see. I will give you a minute to discuss the gender of your child. Off you go."

"Boy." Draco stated, not looking at Harry, but rather, examining his nails that he thought needed a polish.

Harry's mind went blank. He wanted both, so he was leaving it up to Draco. Since Draco wanted a boy, Harry didn't mind. "Well then, a boy it is."

They waited the rest of the minute and Tilly started the gender pick. "Okay, raise your hand if you want a girl." Hands shot up in the air, most from girls. Tilly counted the hands and many pink shaded orbs of light floated to the couples with raised hands.

"Okay, and the rest want boys?"

The Class nodded. Blue shaded orbs of light floated to the rest of the couples, and hovered above the two. Then, two strands of light reached out from the orb and attached themselves each to one partner.

"What the hell is this?!" Draco tried to scoot the light away from himself, while Harry watched curiously.

"Stop!" Tilly said strictly. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, placing his hands on his lap. "Never do that. At the moment, the orb is collecting your DNA data, and mixing it with your partner's in order to look like you."

Draco nodded apologetically, and watched the orb curiously. The strands of light disappeared and the orb stared expanding in size. Then, it shaped into a child and bright flashes of light blinded the partners for a moment or two. When Draco and Harry opened their eyes, a cute toddler was sitting on the desk in front of them.

He had blue Draco's grey eyes with a mixture of green, that gave him hazel. He had Draco's cute button nose and Harry's head shape. His hair was a very light ombré color like Tilly's, but way lighter in shade. He had beautiful long eyelashes and a very sweet look in total.

"Wow." The two said in amusement, staring at the boy. He looked confused, and shyly curled himself up, scared of the two men.

"Oh my god Malfoy, he is adorable! Isn't he cute? Hello buddy!" Harry reached out his hands to the boy and he reached towards Harry in turn. Harry straddled the toddler on his lap, and looked at him in amusement. "Hi." The boy said shy,y, his voice sounding so sweet.

"Pfft, Potter stop melting. He is just a subject of magic. Nothing more." Draco folded his arms on his chest and looked with despise at the toddler.

The boy frowned and cuddled up closer to Harry for protection, not liking what Draco was saying about him.

"Draco, he is your son in a way. Please be more gentle?" Harry looked crossly at Draco, hugging the precious boy.

"Draco, is it now? Well well. Harry, he is just a bundle of stupid magic! And, he is not my son, because that makes you my boyfriend, or more. Whatever!" Draco scared the little boy, poking him in the stomach, with hard envy.

The boy scrambled further away from Draco, and his his face in Harry's shirt. He sobbed slightly, having been scared of the blonde stranger. He had no idea who Harry was either, but the fact that he was nicer to him made him feel safer.

"Draco, please. Can't you see you're scaring him? Be nice!" Harry stroked the toddler's soft hair, calming him down.

"Nah. He is all on you. I am not helping you! And you little bundle of matter, keep out of my way." He gave the boy a shove, stood up off the chair and left the class. Tilly rushed after him and commanded Harry to keep talking to the toddler while she fetched Draco.

The boy started sobbing and Harry picked him up, settling him on his lap more comfortably. He put him so that his one leg was hanging off either side of his hips, and he was facing him.

"That's not true, is it? You're not a bundle of matter, you're a bundle of joy! Aren't you?" He cooed, kissing the boy's chubby cheek. He nodded, and looked up hopefully at Harry.

"Who awe you?" The boy said in his sweet, curious voice, playing with a button on Harry's shirt.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter, you daddy. And you?"

The boy looked lost and shrugged, trying to remember what he was called. "Bundle of magic?"

Harry couldn't help but let out a silly smirk. He was so darn cute! "No no no, that's what your other daddy said. It was wrong. I don't know what's his problem, but it looks like he is just taking it hard right now. First of all, you're a bundle of joy, not magic. Second of all, I'm sorry. I forgot, you don't have a name yet. I guess you will get it once your other daddy returns."

The boy was confused at so many words. "So, I am nothing?" He remembered everything Draco said about him. "A matter?

"No no no. You... I mean, you're not nothing but you have no name. Yet. You will have one soon."

He gave the boy some time to feed on the information. Then he nodded and kept fiddling with Harry's button until he accidentally managed to open it. The gap was big between the buttons, so the opening was big as well. He reached his hand inside and touched Harry's bare chest, and tore his hand away as he felt something beating inside.

"What?"

"Somefing in" he pointed at Harry's bare chest that was showing through the gap. Harry buttoned up his shirt again, as some girls started hungrily flashing their eyes his way.

"What's in there?" Harry asked, as he worked the button.

The boy shrugged and hammered his fist against the air, mimicking the heartbeat. "Kicks." He said, finding that the only word to explain the unknown feeling.

Harry chuckled, and took the boy's little hand in his, pressing it against his chest again, letting his feel the heartbeat. The boy was scared again and tore his hand away, pressing his fist to his own chest. He felt the same beats inside himself and freaked for a moment.

"Silly, that's a heart. The heart makes those little kicks inside you, to keep you alive. See? You just felt mine, and now you've felt yours. Put your hand to your chest like this." He demonstrated, as he pressed his palm to his heart.

The boy repeated and smiled amusingly at how interesting the beating felt. "What is a hawt?"

"A heart is something that helps you live, and love. See? My heart is calm and beating. I love you." Harry pressed the boy's hand against his own chest.

"Love?"

"Yes, I love you." Harry kissed butterfly kissed on the boy's head and cheek, as he giggled cutely.

The little boy reached out his hand and Harry placed his own in his. The boy pulled Harry's hand close and pressed it against his own chest. "Beating?" He questioned.

"Yes, it's beating." Harry smiled. That made the boy happy and muttered cutely, and proudly.

"I luboo."

"Awwe, sweetie I love you too."

"You said."

"I know. And I will say it again and again, as much as I want to. Because it's the truth."

"Twuf..." the boy echoed to himself.

"I see you have problems saying R and TH?"

"No."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Okay then, say Harry."

The boy hid his face shaming in Harry shirt, refusing to talk, making a cheeky whine.

"Go on then buddy, say Ha-rrry."

"No."

"Please? I love you. Repeat, Ha-"

"Ha-"

"-rrry."

"Wee."

"Rrry."

"Wee."

"Rrr."

"Hhh."

"Come on then, rrr."

"Rrr."

"Good boy! Now, Ha-rry."

"Ha-wwy."

"Oh come on, you said it! You can do it! Ha-rry."

"Harry."

"Yes! Good boy! I'm proud of you!" Harry exclaimed with happiness, cuddling the boy. He was getting so attached to him, he felt like he was on the seventh sky from happiness.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!" The boy clapped his hands and bounced on Harry's lap excitedly.

"Luboo?" He asked.

"He's, indeed. I love you." Harry blew gently at the boy's neck, and that tickled him. The boy was feeling happy with Harry and was already trusting him a lot, and learning very quickly, as he was aging a month a day. It was enough to tell him just a couple of times in a row and he would learn.

The boy gasped as the door swung open and the familiar blonde walked in.

"And that's Drrraco..." Harry breathed to himself, having got hooked on extending the R.